Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ First To Fall ( Chapter 25 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Serenitychan13 
The first of the Sekihoutai to fall...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.20.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
The first of the Sekihoutai to fall...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.20.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
At Shindo's last word, a troop of Imperialist soldiers emerged from the surrounding forest. He gave the word and the battle began. Souzou knew the Sekihoutai had been outnumbered before but in this situation the difference was almost laughable. In an instant, the six remaining members of the Sekihoutai had drawn their weapons. Though his heart was racing a mile a minute, Souzou bravely led his men to a fight they all knew in their hearts they would lose. But they weren't going without a fight.
Aki was the first to fall. He had been fighting off two of his opponents and was doing pretty well for himself. That is, he was until a third came at him from the side. It was his blind eye that did him in. As he ran his sword through the second man's throat, the first having already fallen, the third slashed him across his left side. He fell to the ground hard, crying out in pain as his blood stained the snow.
Kojima saw his brother fall and something inside him snapped. Rage gave him extra speed as he charged Aki's assailant. Within a split second, the man lay dead on the ground. He never saw his death coming at the hands of a grief-stricken seventeen-year-old boy. With that done, Kojima fell on his knees beside his brother.
"Aki! Aki, can you hear me!?" he yelled frantically. "Aki, come on! Don't do this to me! You've got to hold on!"
Aki's one working eye fluttered open. His hand clutched at Kojima's jacket, clinging to it as if his brother could keep him alive. He could see his own blood all around him.
"Kojima? Is that you?" he asked, his voice quiet and hoarse. "Is that you?"
Kojima cradled his brother in his arms as Takashi had done for Hideki. With every second, Aki was getting weaker, his life fading away fast. They both knew that he didn't have very long.
"Yes. Yes, Aki," Kojima said softly, his voice audible only to his brother above the rage of battle. "It's me..."
"Kojima," Aki whispered, smiling sadly as his vision started to cloud and darken. "I think I'm dying..."
The seventeen-year-old tightened his grip on his older brother.
"Don't say that!" he whispered fiercely. "Just don't..."
"Stay strong, Kojima," Aki said softly as he closed his one working eye. "Stay strong for me, won't you?"
He gasped for air one last time.
"Goodbye Kojima..." he said, his voice scarcely even a whisper.
His almost inaudible voice trailed off and he let out his last breath as a gentle sigh.
"Aki..." Kojima said quietly, his voice breaking because of his raging emotion. "Goodbye Aki..."
He held Aki's still body a moment longer, silently praying that he might use his brother's strength to help save his friends and comrades. He didn't care anymore if he lost his own life in the process. At least he would see his brother again. He stood up slowly and looked down at Aki's torn, bleeding body.
'I'll probably be joining you soon,' he thought.
He never even felt the katana that pierced his heart from behind him. He was only aware of drawing his last breath as the blade was roughly pulled from his back. He arched forward, then slumped over. His body fell lifeless beside his brother's.
Takashi became the third casualty on the Sekihoutai's side. He had taken a bad abdominal hit and was left for dead. Somehow he managed to get far away enough that he could pass on in peace. As he leaned against the old tree, his life draining away through a bloody hole in his stomach, he could see his love coming towards him. He smiled peacefully, the pain of his bleeding wound becoming nothing more than a dull sting. Soon, he saw the woman he loved reaching her hand down to him.
"Minako? Is it... really you?" he asked, his voice quiet and hopeful like a child's.
She smiled at him, caressing his cheek tenderly as she sat beside him.
"None other," she said softly. "It's time to go, Takashi. Now we can be together always..."
"I like that," Takashi said quietly, his eyes fluttering and his expression blissful.
For a moment, his happiness faltered.
"Is this real?" he whispered.
Minako stared into Takashi's eyes, deep green seeming to challenge smoldering red-brown.
"Would you like to prove that I'm real?" she purred, running a teasing finger over his lips.
Takashi nodded slowly, his eyes half-closed. Minako leaned in close, trying to press their bodies together. She stopped as Takashi winced, gasping in pain.
"Minako, don't," he whimpered.
She ran her hand up into his hair, settling in his lap and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. At the gentle touch, Takashi felt his pain disappearing entirely. Thoroughly convinced that his beloved really was there to help him go on, he wrapped his arms around her. She willingly allowed herself to be pulled close to his chest. Where before he had felt cold and alone, he now felt warm and safe. He pressed his lips to hers in what could only be described as a soul-searing kiss.
When they reluctantly broke their kiss, Minako looked up at Takashi with a smile. Her face was prettily flushed and her lips pink and kiss-swollen. Her hair had become an unruly mane of midnight blue waves when his hands had come up to run through it. She lay in his arms for a long moment before she spoke again.
"We must go now," she said gently, taking his hand in hers. "Come with me..."
She stood up, never letting go of his hand. Takashi let her help him up. He drew a last deep breath as he got up, leaving that cold and bleeding body behind him. As he took Minako in his arms again, kissing all over her face as he had needed to do for so long, he felt warm. He knew he and his love would enter the next world in peace. This time, they would be together for eternity, never being forced to hide their love again.
Aki was the first to fall. He had been fighting off two of his opponents and was doing pretty well for himself. That is, he was until a third came at him from the side. It was his blind eye that did him in. As he ran his sword through the second man's throat, the first having already fallen, the third slashed him across his left side. He fell to the ground hard, crying out in pain as his blood stained the snow.
Kojima saw his brother fall and something inside him snapped. Rage gave him extra speed as he charged Aki's assailant. Within a split second, the man lay dead on the ground. He never saw his death coming at the hands of a grief-stricken seventeen-year-old boy. With that done, Kojima fell on his knees beside his brother.
"Aki! Aki, can you hear me!?" he yelled frantically. "Aki, come on! Don't do this to me! You've got to hold on!"
Aki's one working eye fluttered open. His hand clutched at Kojima's jacket, clinging to it as if his brother could keep him alive. He could see his own blood all around him.
"Kojima? Is that you?" he asked, his voice quiet and hoarse. "Is that you?"
Kojima cradled his brother in his arms as Takashi had done for Hideki. With every second, Aki was getting weaker, his life fading away fast. They both knew that he didn't have very long.
"Yes. Yes, Aki," Kojima said softly, his voice audible only to his brother above the rage of battle. "It's me..."
"Kojima," Aki whispered, smiling sadly as his vision started to cloud and darken. "I think I'm dying..."
The seventeen-year-old tightened his grip on his older brother.
"Don't say that!" he whispered fiercely. "Just don't..."
"Stay strong, Kojima," Aki said softly as he closed his one working eye. "Stay strong for me, won't you?"
He gasped for air one last time.
"Goodbye Kojima..." he said, his voice scarcely even a whisper.
His almost inaudible voice trailed off and he let out his last breath as a gentle sigh.
"Aki..." Kojima said quietly, his voice breaking because of his raging emotion. "Goodbye Aki..."
He held Aki's still body a moment longer, silently praying that he might use his brother's strength to help save his friends and comrades. He didn't care anymore if he lost his own life in the process. At least he would see his brother again. He stood up slowly and looked down at Aki's torn, bleeding body.
'I'll probably be joining you soon,' he thought.
He never even felt the katana that pierced his heart from behind him. He was only aware of drawing his last breath as the blade was roughly pulled from his back. He arched forward, then slumped over. His body fell lifeless beside his brother's.
Takashi became the third casualty on the Sekihoutai's side. He had taken a bad abdominal hit and was left for dead. Somehow he managed to get far away enough that he could pass on in peace. As he leaned against the old tree, his life draining away through a bloody hole in his stomach, he could see his love coming towards him. He smiled peacefully, the pain of his bleeding wound becoming nothing more than a dull sting. Soon, he saw the woman he loved reaching her hand down to him.
"Minako? Is it... really you?" he asked, his voice quiet and hopeful like a child's.
She smiled at him, caressing his cheek tenderly as she sat beside him.
"None other," she said softly. "It's time to go, Takashi. Now we can be together always..."
"I like that," Takashi said quietly, his eyes fluttering and his expression blissful.
For a moment, his happiness faltered.
"Is this real?" he whispered.
Minako stared into Takashi's eyes, deep green seeming to challenge smoldering red-brown.
"Would you like to prove that I'm real?" she purred, running a teasing finger over his lips.
Takashi nodded slowly, his eyes half-closed. Minako leaned in close, trying to press their bodies together. She stopped as Takashi winced, gasping in pain.
"Minako, don't," he whimpered.
She ran her hand up into his hair, settling in his lap and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. At the gentle touch, Takashi felt his pain disappearing entirely. Thoroughly convinced that his beloved really was there to help him go on, he wrapped his arms around her. She willingly allowed herself to be pulled close to his chest. Where before he had felt cold and alone, he now felt warm and safe. He pressed his lips to hers in what could only be described as a soul-searing kiss.
When they reluctantly broke their kiss, Minako looked up at Takashi with a smile. Her face was prettily flushed and her lips pink and kiss-swollen. Her hair had become an unruly mane of midnight blue waves when his hands had come up to run through it. She lay in his arms for a long moment before she spoke again.
"We must go now," she said gently, taking his hand in hers. "Come with me..."
She stood up, never letting go of his hand. Takashi let her help him up. He drew a last deep breath as he got up, leaving that cold and bleeding body behind him. As he took Minako in his arms again, kissing all over her face as he had needed to do for so long, he felt warm. He knew he and his love would enter the next world in peace. This time, they would be together for eternity, never being forced to hide their love again.